40,000 Years of Cultivation

There was silence all around, and everyone held their breath and waited for Gu Zhengyang's decision.

Gu Zhengyang didn't even look at the sword under his feet, and said lightly: "I won't kill you."

Zhao Lie coughed violently again, spit out a clot of almost solidified blood, and finally stood up tremblingly, staring at Gu Zhengyang with complex expressions for a while, and walked out without looking back.

"Zhao Lie, you can still stay in Taiping Walled City and continue to be your exploration captain."

Gu Zhengyang exclaimed, "No one will drive you away, you are indeed a very qualified exploration captain!"

Zhao Lie turned a deaf ear and staggered forward. When he walked out of the armored chariot, he looked at the wounded soldiers far and near, and suddenly asked: "The village chief, after the fierce battle last night, there were a lot of wounded soldiers, except ours. In addition to the people, there are other people from the village who are too late to take away—how are you going to deal with these people and kill them all?"

Gu Zhengyang was startled slightly and shook his head: "You know, I won't kill them, just throw them over the red line, that's it."

Zhao Lie smiled, and continued to ask: "You won't kill the old, weak, sick and disabled in other villages, women and children?"

Gu Zhengyang still shook his head: "Naturally I will not kill women and children."

Zhao Lie's eyes sharpened again: "Even if these women and children participated in the battle last night, they killed our soldiers?"

Gu Zhengyang hesitated for a moment, and sighed: "I said just now, the risk is too high to rush into a raid. I just want to bring my brothers and supplies back to Taiping City as soon as possible."

"Haha, hahahaha!"

Zhao Lie suddenly raised his head and laughed. The laughter was both miserable and tragic. He turned his head and pointed to Gu Zhengyang’s nose and said: "The village chief, you think you don’t kill these defeated soldiers and their wives and children by yourself. It’s an act of righteousness. ,is not it?

"As everyone knows, these seriously injured people don't have enough medication and a lot of food to recover. They are still the word'death'!

"Without the shelter of these young and middle-aged people, how can the old, weak, sick, women and children survive on the evil soil? Either they starve to death, or they are enslaved by gangs and other large villages and become slave soldiers. And the prostitute, ended up in a life that is worse than death!

"Hmph, killing them with a single knife, on the contrary, gave them a joy, but your'act of benevolence" is to cut them thousands of times, slowly tortured, and endure a hundred times more pain than death!

"Have you really never thought about this? Or are you just insisting on some boring morality and don't want your hands to be stained with blood?"

"It's useless, you're in the ugly soil, and your hands have long been stained with the blood of countless old and weak women and children. They can't be washed no matter how you wash them!"

Gu Zhengyang hadn't been knocked down by Zhao Lie's **** claws just now, but at this moment, he seemed to have been hit hard by his words and injured his internal organs. He snorted and his face became pale.

"You let me go today and stand from my own perspective. Of course, thank you for letting me go."

Zhao Lie paused and said, "However, from the perspective of Taiping Walled City, it has become more and more proving that you are an indecisive, indecisive, vacillating coward. People like you are not qualified to be a Taiping Walled City. The village chief, can't protect the comprehensiveness of so many people-even if your strength is strong, you can't do it!

"I ask you one last time. The knife is under your feet and my neck is here. Kill or not?"

Gu Zhengyang gritted his teeth, his forehead burst with blue veins, and after struggling for a long time, he still spit out a hard as iron word: "Get out!"

"You will regret it."

After saying this, Zhao Lie didn't look back, like an eagle with its broken wings, walking out step by step.

Zhao Chong stared blankly for a long time, stared at Gu Zhengyang and Han Te with a bitter bit of bitterness, stomped his foot, chased after him, and supported his father.

The two father and son leaned against each other, disappearing into the billowing wind and dust, deep in the ruins.

Many villagers wanted to say something but stopped, and they were all blocked by Gu Zhengyang with a wave of hands: "Don't say anything, bandage the wounded, gather the supplies, and return to the Taiping Walled City as quickly as possible!"

…

This time Godsend Ceremony, the casualties were heavy, but the harvest was more than in previous years. It took a full day to move all the materials back to the iron-hulled ship in the Taiping Walled City, and the power rune array at the bottom of the ship was launched to re-drive the ship back. Anchor in the middle of the lake.

Gu Zhengyang seemed to have been hit hard. After the fierce battle, he returned to his ill appearance, handing over the chores to others, and plunged into the greenhouse full of golden barley, and never came out again.

When Hante and Liuli took Li Yao in to check, he was holding a golden barley, smelling the full fragrance, motionless like a statue.

"Dad, are you all right!"

Liuli was the first to pounce, and very worriedly grabbed Gu Zhengyang's scarred hand.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Seeing his daughter, Gu Zhengyang finally pulled a stiff smile on his face, spread his five fingers and rubbed two on his daughter's head, then looked at Han Te and said, "Thanks to Han Te's unexpected change half a month ago. , Forming those wonderful currents running around in his body, I figured out the trajectory of these currents, and realized it vaguely. Only then can I temporarily return to the former realm and barely defeated Zhao Lie."

"Master is the best!"

Hante glanced at Li Yao and grinned, "What'Blood Eagle', Zhao Lie, is not an old hen, of course it is not your opponent!"

"just-"

Gu Zhengyang's smile narrowed, a dark cloud appeared on his face, his eyes were a little hollow, and he whispered, "Although I can defeat Zhao Lie, I can't convince him, or even...I can't convince myself.

"Am I really right? Is Zhao Lie really wrong? At dawn today, shouldn't we raided the camp in the opposite village? At the last minute, should I really let Zhao Lie go?"

"father!"

Liuli was anxious, "You, what are you talking about, of course you are right, you don't always say that we are good people, at least people, we can't be the same as those frantic and evil guys!"

"But the result is the same."

Gu Zhengyang said sadly, "Zhao Lie is right. Even if we don’t kill the wounded soldiers and their wives, children, and children, they and they will not live for long. The gangs and other large villages are enslaved, and they fall into the end that cannot survive and cannot survive. In the end...everyone is unavoidable to die, no matter how powerful people are, they are destined to be swallowed by this land of evil!

"If Zhao Lie is a real villain, then I am a complete hypocrite. I know they will die, but I am indifferent. I just don't want to kill them with my own hands or dirty my hands."

In front of his daughter and apprentice, Gu Zhengyang's seemingly strong armor finally collapsed, and his voice trembled violently.

"It's not our fault!"

Han Te was anxious and waved his arms vigorously, "There are only so little supplies, but there are so many hungry people on the evil soil. We can't even save ourselves. How can we spare others to save others? We can't help it!"

"Yes, I can't help it, we all...can't help it!"

Gu Zhengyang coughed painfully again, coughing so dimly that he almost coughed out his internal organs.

He seemed to be coughing, making some decision, pushing away the hand extended by his daughter and apprentice, and said, "I'm fine, Liuli, I... I have something to tell you, Hante, you might as well listen to it together."

Hante and Liuli looked at each other, and both heard Gu Zhengyang's voice more serious than ever.

"Or, it's a story, the story your mother told me before she died, about some very special people."

Gu Zhengyang paused and said, "About, the story of the cultivator."

Li Yao's soul shook violently and almost overflowed the steel shell.

There was nowhere to look for it after breaking through the iron shoes, and it was all effortless. He did not expect that he would find the cultivator dormant in the Wuying realm-the evil soil so soon!

He raised the primordial spirit's perception to the limit, not letting go of every heartbeat and every pulse of Gu Zhengyang, to ensure that he was telling the truth.

Hante and Liuli looked at each other, apparently ignorant of the name "Cultivator": "Cultivator, what is that?"

"A illusory legend, a bizarre story, maybe some... indecisive, timid, soft-hearted cowards."

Gu Zhengyang leaned against the bulkhead, closed his eyes slightly, and muttered, "Originally, I was hesitating whether to tell you about the cultivators, because these people include their stories, the evil soil, and the whole of our lives. The world is so different, too out of place, it is simply a huge contradiction! I vaguely perceive that the story of the cultivator will not bring you any benefits, but it may give you, and even the entire village of Taiping. The earth brought devastating disasters.

"but…"

He laughed miserably, and then said, "Now I have figured it out, Nie Tu is already like this, what other calamity can make it worse?

"Furthermore, according to Zhao Lie's statement, the gangs in Shuanglong Valley are planning to deal with the Taiping Walled City. If you don't tell you now, you may never have a chance.

"Liu Li, do you want to know how your mother thought of planting golden barley and saving everyone on the evil soil? That was when she was very young, she overheard a story accidentally, the story says, in a long, long, long time In the past, when Nietu was still called the "Wuying Realm", when the mountains were green and the water was green, and the birds whispered and the flowers were fragrant, there used to be a group of people called the "cultivators"."

With a solemn expression on Gu Zhengyang, he took out an antique metal box from the leather pouch around his waist and opened it carefully. Inside was a very delicate piece of velvet with a fingernail-sized chip placed on it.

Li Yao used the Yuanshen scan, through the structure and nesting method of the hundreds of symbol arrays on the surface of the chip, preliminary analysis, this should be some kind of memory chip, equivalent to a miniature jade slip.

Judging from the friction marks on the edge of the chip, its history is very old, perhaps it has been circulating for hundreds of years.

There is also a shallow crack on the surface of the wafer, causing irreversible damage to the structure.